Endure the present, and watch for better things.
(tiny emerging leaves on the quince)
Do My eyes deceive me?
Is that what I think it is?
Can it be?
How can it be?
Was this not the same landscape that was ice encrusted and snow covered but a mere three days ago!!?
Just when I was about to give up all hope of sunny skies, warming days and the emergence of color—pure natural color accompanied by the newness of life, fresh and full—there hiding amongst the grey and brown of the empty limbs and decaying leaves, a tiny ray of hope–an advent of life perched on a periphery of an explosion of growth.
(tiny leaves unfurling along a limb of the blueberry bush)
Buds plumping up, just waiting to burst forth onto the scene of a waning winter which refuses to loosen its icy hold. With the most recent snow and ice having melted, freeing those tender shoots and buds which were held as helpless captives, tender hopefuls now stretch skyward as if on tiptoes willing themselves to reach a warming sun.
(buds of the Tulip tree)
(buds on the oak tree, the one I fear is sickly–yet still hopeful)
We’re not out of the woods yet (figuratively that is)–it’s merely the middle of February. We’ve had blizzards in March and deep spring snows in April, but joyfully and thankfully I can now anticipate, as well as outwardly hope, because finally here, for all of the curious to behold, is a tangible glimpse of things to come—and believe you me, I can’t wait!
(not a turkey foot)